Chapter 2 Introduction 2
The boss approached the car with a group of subordinates, and a junior member eagerly opened the car door. The boss waved his hand at his subordinates and entered the car. A chilling aura spread around, and Chasing Soul swiftly drew his handgun, his eyes glinting with a cold light as he stared ahead.
The "Ghost Head" coldly gazed at the foreigner who was speaking. Without uttering a word, it slowly turned around, and as it did so, its hands moved slightly, causing a flash of cold light to disappear in an instant.
The corner of the ghost's mouth hidden beneath the mask slightly moved, and its eyes were filled with amusement: "You are truly very clever. If all of you police officers were like you, I suppose I wouldn't be standing here now."
At 11:50, a group of people exited the World Trade International Hotel located in the World Trade Center.
I know it was you who brought me here, I am not that foolish yet. Are you not afraid that I will report you to www.hetushu.com?
"Are you the Ghost Leader?" a voice asked in a strange tone.
However, there are many enemies looking for you. Especially that ghost leader, who seems to have never left this place
I saw him, who is he
The year 2000, a year of great joy. The winter in Northeast China is dry and bitterly cold. For someone from the south arriving in the Northeast for the first time, the cold can feel as if it penetrates to the bone, causing one's heart to tremble with the chill
He is the third-ranked assassin in the world, and I don't even know his real name; I only know him as "Soul Chaser." If he is after you, it is equivalent to a death sentence, and no one can escape. I once did him a small favor, and he owes me a debt of gratitude. Recently, things have been quite unstable in our circles, so I called him to help me deal with our enemies and, by the way, to protect me. " After saying this, he chuckled with satisfaction.
Ha ha ... ... "The problem is that you cannot catch me."
Are you the Ghost Leader? A voice, both authoritative and clear, resonated from behind the Ghost Leader.
It is a very simple answer
Sigh... You police have disappointed me greatly. Since you are unable to apprehend him, allow me to assist you in sentencing him to death. He has been hiding abroad for three years, and today he has finally appeared.
It doesn't matter, did you see that foreigner behind?
"Fool, who said that only a gun can kill? I really don't know how you managed to rank third in the world." The figure gradually disappeared into the night. At this moment, a dozen people were desperately clutching their throats, blood slowly oozing through their fingers, their despairing eyes lifelessly gazing at the night sky. As the sound of their bodies hitting the ground echoed, the New Year's bell also rang out, heralding the arrival of the New Year, which brought with it the joyful cheers and celebrations of the people, while they sank into darkness alongside the sounds of joy. At this moment, a dozen people were desperately clutching their throats, blood slowly oozing through their fingers, their despairing eyes lifelessly gazing at the night sky. As the sound of their bodies hitting the ground echoed, the New Year's bell also rang out, heralding the arrival of the New Year, which brought with it the joyful cheers and celebrations of the people, while they sank into darkness alongside the sounds of joy.
The ghostly figure stood on the rooftop, observing them as they emerged. An aura of murderous intent instantly filled the surroundings, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold glint flashing momentarily. He coldly remarked, "They have come out. Beautiful lady, we shall meet again if fate allows."
Alas... The ghost leader let out a long sigh: "You have been investigating me for three years and still do not know who I am; how truly pitiable that is"
"Boss, are you alright? Let me take you back," said a man in his thirties, standing over 1.8 meters tall, with a robust build. He had a crew cut and a long scar on his face.
With a long laugh, the ghostly figure leaped down. The beautiful policewoman quickly approached the edge of the building and looked down, only to see a dark shadow rapidly falling. She stomped her feet in frustration and turned back to run.
The term "Ghost Head" was uttered, accompanied by a hoarse voice that carried a sense of weariness. Upon hearing the words "Ghost Head," the leader and his subordinates turned pale as a sheet.
Shenyang, on the evening of the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, today is New Year's Eve. The north wind, carrying snowflakes, stings the face, yet the cold weather has not deterred people from celebrating in the streets. On the rooftop of the World Trade Building in the Financial and Commercial Development Zone of Shenyang, a man wearing a ghostly mask stands at the edge of the rooftop. His long hair dances in the howling north wind, and his squinting eyes gleam with a cold light. The murderous aura emanating from him makes your heart feel as if it is wrapped in a layer of ice and snow, just like this city exposed in winter.
So you are chasing the Black Tiger... Zhao? How could you possibly think you can kill so many of us by yourself? Moreover, we all have guns, while you have nothing.
Hmph... I am not pitiful, and I do not need your concern. I am a police officer, and as long as someone commits a crime, I will apprehend them
Who are you? the boss asked sternly after getting out of the car
The boss, reeking of alcohol, said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I haven't drunk too much."
Then why did you bring me here? Are you trying to show off to us, the police?
Clop. Clop. Clop. The howling north wind cannot drown out the sound of boots striking the ground; each step seems to tread upon the hearts of the crowd, leaving them breathless. The newcomer, wearing a ghostly mask, stands a dozen paces away from the people.
Stop! A stern voice rang out from behind, "If you move even a little, I will shoot."
But you cannot catch me. It has been three years. If I hadn't deliberately lured you here, would you have been able to pursue me?